𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4: Pretty Smiles and Butterflies

                                    

                                          
Heyyo peeps!!!
It's your fave MIA author saying " who dey breet?!!" 
Without much further Ado dive into the head of our male anchor. 😌
𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝡣𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖆𝖞
(Timilehin Deon Macaulay)
I was pissed. I couldn't for the life of me comprehend why dad kept insisting I respected this witch called Sheila. She was a demon wearing too much make up and ridiculously heavy jewelry with nails similar to those of that witch Ralia saw in Sugar girl. 
Haba, you drag that woman enter Sheila matter!!
She was plain evil yet she had my dad wrapped around her crooked ugly fingers.  If you haven't figured it out yet, Sheila is my father's girlfriend who is like a mini Delilah working under Jezebel. I hated that woman from her bone straight wig to her useless Versace shoes.  She stole my dad away and now, now I'm all alone especially after mum and dad divorced.
I didn't know why it was so hard for all my supposed mother figures to like me. 
Mother ran away because of my dyslexia and Sheila is here because of my dyslexia.
I was angry at dad. He shoulda thought about me before getting himself a crazy ass girlfriend.
I was still thinking about Dad when my phone started ringing.
I picked it up and Mide's loud voice blasted through my speakers.
"My nigga!! How far you?!!!" The overly excited boy's voice boomed, " We dey your gate oo, wa silekun fun wa !" Came the voice of Zayyd, another one of my friends.
"You guys should stop making noise na, I'm on a phone call," that was Paris and the only girl in our gang. 
The gang was made up of  Mide, Zayyd, Paris and I. We've been friends since junior school and we all loved each other. They were my main family and they were the only ones who knew about my disease.
Mide was the crazy loud ladies man with tons of energy and serious anger issues.
Zayyd was our cool, laid back, smart guy who thinks girls are a huge distraction even if he's subtly crushing on Paris. He's a twin and his twin sister is well, story for another day.
Paris was our girl, major bad bitch, funny, crazy and the mother hen of our crew. She's a twin too and her sister is well, another story for a different day.
I was, me.
I didn't even respond to their loudness, just picked up my bag and greeted Ma Diane.  I entered the front seat of the car and as expected, they bombarded me with their greetings all of which I just gave a simple nod to.
" But you guys wait oo, this guy just enter car, he never talk since and he's na frowning like one grandpa that is on his period." That was the stupid voice of Dammie and I was still wondering how we became friends because this guy was the definition of stupid.
"Leave Timi alone na, he swallowed salt that's why he's squeezing his forehead like a werey" that was Paris this time and oh God I laughed because Paris spoke small Yoruba. She was British so I didn't even know why she tried to speak Yoruba with that her Fone.